Monday, October 14, 2013

Oh, how simple this half-marathon sounded back in January, when I optimistically registered during the super-super-discount early signup period.

I am definitely missing my sister, Meg, as a training partner. She isn't running this year because:
1. She didn't want to run this year.
2. Then she booked a trip to Mexico to guarantee that she wasn't running.
3.
Plus she has that heart thing going on, too. (She's spending the next
month wearing a heart monitor to record what's going on.)

Turns out that training by yourself is sort of a bummer.

It isn't that I haven't run. But I haven't run enough.

I have done a woefully bad job of fitting long runs into my nonexistent training schedule. I will be fine up to mile 9 or 10. After that...things could get interesting.

(I am mostly just hoping that my body magically remembers how to do this.)

There's not really much that I can do about it at this point besides pack my body full of carbohydrates (never a problem) and pick out a cute outfit.

I'll live. I'll finish. I'll be disappointed if it takes me longer than it did last year. And, if it does (and it probably should), I'll use that disappointment as motivation to sign up during the super-super-discount early signup period again and maybe learn from my mistakes this time around.

Hi. I'm A.

Born, raised, educated in the Midwest, I am such a Midwesterner. So Midwestern, if you will.

I am: a blogger of 8+ years, forever searching for my next athletic challenge, hopelessly overscheduled and always, always eating.

I started So Midwestern right after I graduated from college, hoping to chronicle my transition to adulthood. Graduate school, four half marathons, two new nephews, three apartments, a trip to Africa, a sprinkle of heartbreak, dozens of unfinished knitting projects, four turns as a bridesmaid, 8,913 job applications and two full-time positions later: I’m fairly convinced that the day when I feel like a legitimate, full-fledged grownup will never come. So I’ll just keep on blogging.

I write about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. Toss my ramblings with a few pictures, a touch of swearing and an endless appreciation for the beauty that is David Beckham and you have So Midwestern. Welcome.